Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 140580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 703(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 703(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
Alric sat startled for a second. All his grumbly thoughts about not wanting to share him with Baldewin or Ravi were completely forgotten. His dragon peeked its head up, intrigued by Cameron’s words. He wasn’t criticizing. No, that was clear with the playful smile on his lips. Cameron was teasing him.
Leaning in close so that his lips were just an inch from Cameron’s ear, Alric whispered, “I can be as bossy as you want me to be.”
Pulling back on a gasp, Cameron looked at him, his cheeks flushing beautifully before he started to laugh. Just maybe Alric had been forgiven.
As his laughter died away, Cameron shook his head. “No, I want to stay at the festival today.” Cameron ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it back off his forehead. “Yesterday…I’m sorry I lost my temper. I shouldn’t have. You’re just looking out for your people.”
“Thank you for giving me another chance. It might not seem like it, but I’m looking out for you too. I truly believe you are a mage. I think you’d enjoy learning magic, and as my advisor has pointed out to me on more than one occasion, finding your mate greatly improves your happiness.”
Cameron waved his hands at Alric and a nervous little laugh left his parted lips. “Let’s skip the mate talk for the moment. We can keep it to dragons and mages for now.”
“I think we can manage that.” He pulled the car around to the parking lot near the hotel, as that was the safest place to leave it with the festival going on. They got out there, locking the car with a click of the fob. “What would you like to see today?”
Cameron shrugged. “Let’s just wander the festival for now, peek in the artists’ stalls. I should get something for my sister since she’s upset that she’s not here meeting the dragons.”
“Your sister would be very welcome to visit Burkhard castle anytime she wishes,” Alric said smoothly. Alric started them down the block toward the heart of the festival thoroughfare. The foot traffic on the sidewalks was still relatively light, and most of it appeared to be families with young children.
Walking beside him, Cameron bumped him with his elbow and smirked. “Uh-huh. I’m sure that has nothing to do with the fact that you think my sister and I are mages.”
Alric tried to give his best innocent look. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. It’s just a nice, neighborly offer as your friend.”
Cameron cackled, the sound bouncing off the buildings around them. “First you offer to be bossy, and now you’re neighborly.”
Alric grinned at him, purposefully bumping him with his arm. “I’m trying to be charming, so you’ll forgive me for yesterday’s debacle. Is it working?”
Groaning, Cameron held up both of his hands as if in supplication. “No, not a charming Alric. I can’t handle it,” he pleaded between giggles. “You’re forgiven. Just turn off the charm.”
A bit of smugness swelled in Alric’s chest. He liked making Cameron smile. It was satisfying, for some reason. He wanted to keep Cameron laughing all day. However, he suspected it wouldn’t get him any closer to the young mage staying with them. To accomplish that, he needed Cameron to become invested in his lost heritage. And that meant talking about the very things that had upset him so much the previous day.
“It’s good to know that I have a secret weapon should I need it,” Alric murmured. He directed Cameron down another street, leading them to the main square for the festival with rows of vendor stalls. A stage was set up at the far end for local bands and performers, but it was still empty at the early hour. Colorful pennants flapped in the breeze that carried wonderful scents of coffee and cinnamon.
“I don’t think the world could handle a charming Alric,” Cameron said with a sly smile. He breathed deeply and sighed. “But if you want a secret weapon, all you need to do is feed me. I smell sugar, yeast, cinnamon, and coffee, and I want all of that.”
“Then you shall have all of that.” He placed a hand carefully against Cameron’s lower back, guiding him forward toward the food vendors.
“Maybe you’re wrong about the mage thing. Maybe I’m a dragon,” Cameron said.
“Really? Why do you think that?”
“Because I am endlessly hungry, and I figure I’m trying to fill a dragon-sized stomach.”
Alric huffed a laugh. “I’ll have you know that our appetites are generally human-sized. Except for Baldewin. I’ve seen him inhale enough food for three men while seated at a banquet. And Gunter. He gets caught up with his research and forgets to eat unless someone reminds him. Even then, he picks at food like a bird.”
“Gunter?”
“The royal historian. He makes chronicles of our history, but also conducts research into our past and tries to uncover knowledge that will help us find our lost mage clans.”